Beautiful Dresses, Sexy Outfits and More Part TWO

As an aside, LustyScribe, I see that you exist simultaneously in two different states. Should we view you as "Schrödinger's Scribe?"
 
The slink in your silky green dress
Seems to give a gentle caress
My hand is jealous
My desire's zealous
My lust is causing me stress!
I'm so sorry you feel uptight,
When things really should be just right;
Out of sight? You could be
Wishing of a fairy
To be sanitary, and delight ...

Méli 🪻👩‍🔬🪻

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I so want to feel like this:
A smile on the face, as I tease
You, in a way you'll resist,
For a while, at least, as I please...

Your mind with proud, excited thoughts:
You wonder just how you will find
My pussy, once fingers have sought
The wetness that nature's designed...

For you as you pull pants aside.
And pin down this sweet butterfly,
Spreading the legs, you decide
Where you will enter and why...

I am smiling at you, as I twirl,
Loving that I know you want
To make love to the happiest girl,
Fucking me, for I am so your c*nt


🪻Méli 🪻
 
I so want to feel like this:
A smile on the face, as I tease
You, in a way you'll resist,
For a while, at least, as I please...

Your mind with proud, excited thoughts:
You wonder just how you will find
My pussy, once fingers have sought
The wetness that nature's designed...

For you as you pull pants aside.
And pin down this sweet butterfly,
Spreading the legs, you decide
Where you will enter and why...

I am smiling at you, as I twirl,
Loving that I know you want
To make love to the happiest girl,
Fucking me, for I am so your c*nt


🪻Méli 🪻
Oh, to see you spin and dance
No guilt no shame, no shade of fear,
Minding not your lack of pants,
Nor what I see through clothing sheer!

Fairer yet, the sunny, carefree smile
Do you so enjoy the teasing game?
Making your lover wait a while;
So twisting me up I forget my name?

Steadily, surely, you stir up my lust,
Each twirl and twist, each sexy grin,
Fanning flames, 'til want becomes must,
And taking your hands, I pull you in.

You'll not be loose, not be free
Until my name you breathless call.
I'll pin, prod, please until you plea,
"Please, push me over; I need the fall!"

And over we'll tumble, two as one,
Our pleasure touching all senses, all five,
Knowing intimacy's more than the fun:
It's the loving and caring, and being alive.
 
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